Mine change sounds so typical, but it is the truth. I am trying to lose weight. I am trying to stay motivated on a daily basis. Most importantly, I have been exercising almost every day for 45 minutes. I am thinking eventually it will make a difference.
I have recently given myself permission to be a woman and not just a mama, i.e. taking care of myself first. I used to think that if my daughter was taken care of, everything was good to go. Now I have found that taking care of me takes care of her, because I am more ready and available for her, and I feel better about myself for it.
My attitude toward my supervisor at work has definitely changed in the last few months, as I’ve gotten to know her better. I’ve decided to cut her some slack and accept her for who she is…since then, my job has gotten 100% better!
Thanks so much for this, I actually had tears in eyes reading about the man you finally met. Chris. I have been single now with my daughter for 2.5 years and seriously got through a spell where I actually considered my ex back, who doesn’t treat me nearly as good as I deserve, or treat him. Thankfully I was reminded that I would be better off without him, but have tried dating, only to find I feel BLOCKED from even wanting to invest my time in a new relationship, new man, new date. The whole process of going through the motions of meeting someone, dating, getting to know them, my daughter meeting them…. seems so daunting. Reading this was inspiring to me, to be patient, to be strong, and to be willing. Thanks
Pet ownership can have a dramatic impact on someone's love life. Opportunities to meet new people and socialize can arise every day while doing activities that are required by their pets, such as walking, jogging, and pet training classes. Owners of an adorable pet, (eg: a brand new puppy) may find themselves in the centre of attention from members of the opposite sex, and these opportunities can be perfect to strike up a conversation with a person of interest. But remember: Your cute, cuddly pet can only bring you the attention -- the rest of the work is up to you!
As a psychotherapist and relationship expert, I always tell my clients that in order to meet like-minded people, you MUST put yourself in situations that will increase the chances of this happening!
If you're single and looking to meet a mate, check out this "singles mixer with a twist." Come to meet local pet owning singles. Pets always make the best wingmen, so best of all, you can bring your pet and let them break the ice!
Re: “Did Martin sense that he would never live up to your ideal of what he should be? Having read several of your blogs now I’m guessing that you may be an inmate in the prison of infinite options and the “martins” of the world have little or no chance of gaining entry into your life.”
??? I got the impression that Martin was a part of her life and had abandoned her, not the other way around.
You know,someone who actually knows how to do something) As I write this,I’ve become aware that the no. 1 movie is yet another romantic comedy -no doubt involving two terminally cute people who will have us all weeping uncontrollably with tears of happiness as they wrap up another formulaic bit of emotional pornography .Attend a screening at your local cineplex tomorrow afternoon and see who’s buying this crap.But I warn you, it won’t be a good place to meet dudes.Diet plans and romantic fantasies are your big sellers, my friends – Hmmmm…..(Two morbidly obese people meet at a LA diet clinic. As the movie progresses, they both lose wait and become cuter. At the end, they realise that they love each-other and no longer need to eat a whole cake to be fulfilled.The “movie diet” is available at the concession stand ……..) Keep up the good work- you’re a great writer and the first thing I read every monday.
Or maybe I was just supposed to continue being a Good Samaritan. In the last year, I’ve smiled to every stranger who crosses my path, said hello to my cranky bus driver each morning and lent a hand whenever I saw someone in need. Occasionally, I get things out of it, like the time Mr. Bus Driver waited a full twenty seconds for me to catch up after having just missed his bus. But mostly, it just feels good to be kind.
Anyway, I go home and Google the old Chinese dude to get a phone number. He doesn’t answer my first couple calls. When he finally picks up, he yells at me because his English is lousy and he thinks I’m harassing him. So very slowly I say, “Your wallet…I have…I bring…your house.”
The guy doesn’t live too far away, though getting there is a bit of a hassle. When I arrive, the old man walks toward me as if I’ve just descended from Heaven. He reaches out to take my hand, holds it and won’t let go. Tears are in his eyes. He says, “I can’t believe there are people like you in this world. Who can believe this?” He tells me he’s been living in the US for decades and had pretty much given up on the idea any of us had principles anymore. Then here I am returning his wallet fully stocked. He keeps squeezing my hand, staring at me as if I’m some creature from the Planet of Nice.
Other titles include Quackers: The Duck Who Loved Me about a duckling I had to give away after it attacked me outside a kiddie pool, Goldie: A Life Cut Short, about a fan-tailed goldfish who made the mistake of eating all the fish food flakes I accidentally knocked into its tank, and Mona: The Great Dane Who Puked Incessantly After I Fed Her Ten Bowls of Chuck Wagon to See How Much Food Would Fit into her Horse-like Body.
A few evenings ago I was sitting on the sofa with the boyf's mum and her partner whilst they fussed over the bambino. I heard the front door open and remembering that I had an important message for him, I called out "Boyf?!"
"No it's your other lover..." he quipped. I felt my face flush with embarrassment and there was an awkward silence as his mum and her partner stared at me. The boyf froze when he stepped into the sitting room and saw them there but after a moment we all howled with laughter.
Almost three weeks in and I haven't lost the plot yet. I've shed a few tears over my c-section scar which was sore and has me on antibiotics, and of course, some of the tears were just me having over emotional hissy fit moments. I have to wear pants that seem bigger than Bridget Jone's and that's enough to reduce any woman that fears a visible panty line and looking like they're 80 around the waist when they should look 29 or younger to tears...